All of you are certain to succeed on this journey!

"Was it this bastard who ran wild here?"

An old man asked in a sinister voice.

The junior officer nodded repeatedly, pointing at the figure atop the city wall.

"It was him."

At those words, the cultivators immediately showed disdain.

Some straightened their sleeves, some wiped down their magical artifacts, and some cupped their hands in greeting, as if they had arranged to go carve meat and buy wine together.

"There are plenty of us this time. No matter what, we have to let that brat learn what it means to be outnumbered."

"Fellow Daoist speaks true."

A dwarf swayed his head as he said:

"With all of us attacking together this time, even if a Golden Core True Person were sitting atop that wall, he could not withstand so many seasoned hands taking turns greeting him."

The scholar who had mocked the monk earlier also adjusted his robes. His folded fan slapped against his palm with sharp cracks.

"Earlier, several fellow Daoists were alone and unsupported, so they carelessly had their heads chopped off by that bastard. This time, there are more of us. He will not be able to chop through us all."

A woman in red was picking at her nails with a silver awl. Hearing that, she sneered.

"Young Master Xie, those words of yours truly do not sound pleasant at all."

A Daoist beside her smiled pleasantly.

"Those who have left the secular world do not contend over the advantage of words. This poor Daoist asks only one question: if we kill that man, who gets the treasures on him?"

The moment those words fell, everyone began chattering at once.

"Of course, each relies on his own ability. Whoever gets it, owns it."

"Bullshit! Then none of you will be willing to contribute. You will